The Accidental Seduction Of My Father

The Accidental Seduction Of My Father (closed for lovingfingers)

Brittany sighed as she unpacked her suitcase. She had just finished another school year, and had to leave her friends again for another summer to spend it with her dad. Sure, her friends were jealous of her. Her dad lives in California, and Brittany and her mom live in boring Iowa. To everyone else, Brittany was lucky. To Brittany, it was a punishment.

California is great and all, but it was her father that Brittany didn't want to spend three whole months alone with. They hardly knew each other. She only came to visit him during the summer, no holidays, per the divorce paperwork. Last summer she begged and begged to come home early, promising that the following summer she would stay for the duration. She wanted to curse herself for that now.

At least her dad had an awesome house with a huge pool. She finished putting her clothes away and grabbed her bikini. She stripped out of her clothes, leaving them on her bed, and stepped into her cute little red bikini. As a high school cheer leader, Brittany was in great shape. Her full C cup breasts filled the top out nicely. She admired herself by twirling in the full length closet mirror before flouncing down stairs.

Her dad wasn't due home for another hour or so. Before she went outside, she grabbed one of his beers. "He won't notice, nor will he care," she muttered under her breath as she popped it open and took a long swig.

She dove into the pool after setting down the beer. At least she could work on her tan. She climbed onto the raft that was floating in the pool, grabbed her beer, and just relaxed.

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Sean arrived home at his usual hour. It was summer in California, which meant it was hot and dusty. The rush hour had been tedious, as always, aggrevated by the heat. He exited the car and got the mail. He knew that Brittany was due to arrive some time that day, so was not overly surprised to find the front door unlocked or luggage in the hallway. He called out to her, but got no response. Again, he wasn't surprised. Their last summer together had been rather strained, with her leaving early. Why she would want to leave a beach home in Cali for Iowa he would never understand, but oh well.

He paused inthe kitchen and looked out at the patio and pool. He caught sight of someone on a float in the pool. His eyes widened a little as he saw her. "She has done some growing up," he thought. She was not moving, apparently asleep.

A devilish idea crossed his mind. He went to his bedroom and quickly stripped and put on a swim suit. The mirror in the room reflected his body, quite fit and toned. He walked through the back door onto the patio, then ran and leaped high, pulling his body into a tight ball, yelling "Cannonballlll!" as he entered the water. He couldn't see it, but assumed that a large wave had engulfed his sleeping daughter.

Brittany had finished her first beer and then a second one before feeling relaxed enough at her dads house to take a nap. Really, it was all perfect. He wasn't at home, she was laying in a pool and working on her tan. She drifted off to sleep rather quickly.

One moment she was in absolute bliss, napping on her raft, her body basking in the sun, the next she was startled awake by a yell. She was then sprayed with water, and an extreme wave overturned her raft, dumping her into the pool. "What the fuck...?" she sputtered as she surfaced.

Shit. Daddy's home.

Wait a second. What an asshole! "What the hell, dad!" Brittany yelled at him, attempting to climb back onto her raft. "I was sleeping, you know." She managed to get back on the raft, albeit very ungracefully. She went to cross her arms over her chest, in exaggerated agitation, when she noticed her bikini top had slipped to the side, exposing one of her breasts. That was just the icing on the cake!

"Ahh! I hate it here!" she whined, fixing her top and turning her back to her dad.

He straightened his body and surfaced, grinning like an idiot. He had been waiting for years to do that. As he turned in the water towards the raft, he saw Brittany climbing back on the raft. Her top had been pushed aside and his eyes widened for the second time in minutes looking at his daughter. The funny reply he had on his lips died. He substituted, "Sorry Brittany, just having fun. Welcome home."

This did not elicit a positive response, and he really did want things to be different this summer. He put his hand out and touched the raft, "Hey, let me make it up to you. How about we go out for dinner? There is a great sushi place in town, or whatever you want." His head was less than two feet from the raft, close enough that he could see her body up close, toned and tight, just beautiful. He pushed off and swam, just so it would not seem that he was staring at her. He swam to the shallow end and walked out of the pool, water streaming down his muscular body. He turned to face her, from what felt like a safer distance, asking, "So whadda you say? Dinner?"

Brittany felt her fathers presence next her in an attempt to comfort her, but she wanted none of it. She was hungry and crabby. She had glanced in the fridge when she retrieved we second beer and saw that there was virtually no food in it. Hopefully her daddy would let her spend his money to fill it up.

She shrugged her shoulders at his apology, and mumbled an "it's okay" before turning to look at him. She watched him swim to the edge and get out, getting her first good look at him.

Wow. Daddy is hot!

Brittany mentally shook herself. But her eyes were glued to his tan muscular body, the way the water ran down his chest and legs. When he suggested dinner, her ears perked up. When he said sushi, she held herself back from charging out of the pool like a bull. She loved sushi, and was sure it was way better here than at home.

She tried to appear blasé. "Yeah, sure. Sushi would be great." She slid off the raft and swam after her father, making sure to keep her hands on her top this time in order to avoid a repeat flash.

As she walked by her dad to head into the house, she playfully punched his shoulder. "Just let me take a shower, since somebody got my hair all wet," Brittany teased him. Maybe she should try to give him a chance, she thought.

He grinned when she punched him, teasing him about getting her wet.

"Umm, and you were in a pool filled with water why then?" he teased back, but she was already on the way back to the house. His eyes followed her, and could not help but watch her muscles move, her gluts rising and falling with each step. Damn, she had a cute ass.

He shook his head and walked to the outdoor shower. It was pretty minimal, but good for just rising after a swim. It was on the same wall as the shower in the guest bathroom. It was enclosed by a wood privacy fence, and next to the window to the bathroom. He turned on the water, dropped his suit and immersed himself in the spray. It only took a minute and he turned it off. He reached for a towel on the shelf outside the shower and began to dry himself off.

Brittany grabbed body wash and hair products from her suitcase, and headed for the bathroom down the hall from her room. She had to admit, her dad had a great house. The guest bathroom had a huge whirlpool tub in addition to a shower. "I think later tonight I'll have a nice long bubble bath," she said, thinking aloud.

She was about to turn the shower on when she heard water running. "That's strange, where...?" she peeked out the blinds and there was her father, naked. Apparently he had an outdoor shower.

A normal teenage girl would have been grossed out to see her father naked. But Brittany was intrigued. She hadn't had much experience with boys yet, just French kissed a couple of guys and they had felt her up. She never saw a boy naked...much less a man. He was in fabulous shape for his age, she mused. His ass was so round and tight...

Just then he turned around to turn off the water. She jumped back, letting go of the blinds, but not before she caught a glimpse of her daddy's dick. Brittany quickly turned the water on in the shower, peeled her wet bikini off and got in, the images of her naked fathers body dancing in her head.

As he was drying himself, he noticed the movement of the blinds in the bathroom. Britney must be showering, and wanted a little privacy. He briefly thought of her body, on the raft, walking away from him, and the image of her naked, rubbing soap over her body, came to him. He finished drying, and wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked around the enclosure and into the living room, down the hall, into his bedroom. He didn't think to close the door, as he walked to the closet and got out a linen shirt and pants. He dropped the towel and slid the pants on. In the warm weather, he preferred to go commando. He finished dressing, ran a comb through his hair, then grabbed the towel and headed towards the pantry to drop it in the washer. He wondered if Brittany had any laundry, so walked towards the guest room.

She made quick work of her shower, using her hands to wash her body as there wasn't a shower poof or washcloth in the shower. Of course she hadn't thought to grab hers. As her soapy hands slid over her wet skin and made contact with her sensitive nipples, she moaned. One soapy hand continued to wash and rub her tits, as the other moved lower to her pussy. She squeezed a little extra body wash on her hand and began to vigorously wash herself, enjoying the tingling sensations. This was so naughty, masturbating in her daddy's bathroom...once again images of him naked filled her thoughts.

She shook her head. Not now. She thought of the huge bath tub, later tonight, when her dad was asleep. Yes. She could even use her waterproof sex toy she brought.

Brittany washed her long wavy brown hair and turned off the water. She opened the curtain and looked around for a towel. Nothing hanging close by. She stepped onto the bath rug and searched by the bathtub. No towel. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed at herself. How could she have not grabbed a towel?!

Well she had two choices. One, run out to her room naked. Two, put her wet bikini back on. She looked at the pile of wet red Lycra in the corner. She decided to risk streaking to her bedroom.

She cracked open the bathroom door and poked her head out. She didn't hear any noise, so she decided to just run for it.

Just as Brittany opened the door and accelerated out of the bathroom, Sean rounded the corner into the hall, headed towards the same room. They both stopped short of crashing into each other, Sean making surprised yelps. Sean took a step back and slapped his hand over his eyes, mumbling, "sorry." Brittany walked quickly into the bedroom and closed the door. As soon as the door was closed, Sean took his hand off his eyes, but the image of his daughter was in his mind, his naked, wet daughter, with her nice full tits and trimmed landing patch. It was an image straight out of any hot pictorial or movie and his cock was swelling because of it. He snapped out of it, and went to the hall closet. He pulled a couple towels and put one by her door, saying, "I, uh, put a towel by your door." He then went to bathroom to hang the other towel, as he heard door open and close in the hall. He walked straight to the kitchen and got himself a beer, noting that the frig was empty and he needed to go shopping.

Brittany flopped right down on her bed, burying her face in her pillows. How embarrassing! She could feel her face burning in humiliation. It only further burned when she heard her father tell her there was a towel outside her door. She got up and retrieved it quickly. She really didn't need it, having mostly dried herself off on her comforter.

How was she supposed to face her dad after this embarrassing moment? The last time he had seen her naked she was probably 5 years old. She sat back down on her bed and put her face in her hands. This was such a mess!

She wrapped the towel around her hair, and set about getting dressed. Since they were going to a sushi restarant, she thought she'd wear her new summer dress. It was white with a V-neck halter top that showed her breasts off nicely. The best part is that she didn't have to wear a bra. It also hugged her other curves perfectly, and stopped about 4 inches above her knees.

Brittany picked out a white mesh g-string and slid it on, then put the dress on. Next were her white strappy high heeled sandals. "Okay. Time to face the music." She grabbed her makeup bag and hair dryer and went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Sean was sitting in the kitchen, going through the mail, having his beer, when Brittany entered, looking a little chagrinned, but saying she was ready to go. Sean's eyes widened yet again, as he took in her body, sheathed in her tight short dress. "Wow honey," he smiled, "You look terrific. Nice dress!" He made a point of not mentioning the incident in the hall. What was there to say?

"Shall we?" he asked, rising and gesturing to the door. Brittany walked smartly to the door and Sean followed her out. She stopped at his car and he opened the door for her. As she got in, the hem of her dress rode up, revealing the tops of her legs. Sean's eyes were almost used to being wide as he closed the door and went to get in the car.

He got in, put the top down and they were off. The wind blew their hair and plastered Brittany's dress to her body, as if it wasn't tight enough. The coolness caused her nipples to harden, and they stood out against the white fabric. Sean was doing his best not to look at the model hot babe next to him, as they chatted. He asked her about school and life and plans.

As they neared the restaurant, there were several traffic lights. As they were stopped, Sean couldn't help but stare at his daughter as she looked around. Her dress had ridden up during the trip. Her legs shifted sensually, tanned and toned. He had to accept the fact that Brittany was hot, and from the swelling of his cock, that he found her hot.

They pulled into the restaurant and parked. As Sean was checking something, Brittany got out of the car, briefly bending, her sheer white thong coming into view. Sean fought a groan.

Time to go. Brittany's dad was a gentleman, opening the door for her. This really feels like a date, like a first date, she thought. She shook her head, trying to clear that thought from her mind.

Her daddy had a nice car, too. A convertible. She couldn't help but feel incredibly sexy in it as her hair blew around in the breeze. She crossed her legs absentmindedly as she chatted about her life back home, telling him about her successful year as head cheerleader on her squad while managing to keep straight A's. He was really trying to get to know her, and she just rambled on and on. Again, she noted that this felt like a first date.

Before she knew it, they had arrived at the restaurant. She had been so lost in conversation and sight-seeing that she didn't realize how quickly they got there. She opened her door to get out, and her purse fell out of the car. "Oops," she mumbled, bending over to pick it up. Luckily no one was around when she did that since her dress was so short.

"C'mon dad! I'm so ready to have real sushi!" she couldn't help but exclaim in excitement as she grabbed his hand, walking into the restaurant.

Sean got out of the car, and surreptitiously shifted his cock in her pants, before closing the door and heading towards towards the restaurant. Brittany excitedly grabbed his hand as they walked. He looked over at her, and immediately caught sight of her breasts bouncing beneath her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra and was wearing a sheer thong panty. If he had been on a date, this would have screamed "Fuck Me!" But it was his daughter, and he was just being a perv. He just smiled at her and opened the door to the restaurant.

The owner seated them at a booth in the back, and Sean couldn't help but notice a couple guys checking Brittany out as they walked. He glared at them protectively, but couldn't blame them.

They settled into the booth and took the menus. A waiter appeared and offered wine. Sean accepted and asked, "Brittany?" She smiled and so he said, "two." The waiter left. Sean made a couple recommendations. Eventually they settled on a medium size sushi boat. Sean liked giving the chef the chance to show his skills.

The restaurant was pleasingly cool, enough so that Brittany's nipples harden again. Sean's eyes were drawn to her again and again. They looked so.. delicious.

Yes! Brittany thought as her father ordered her a glass of wine. Maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad after all. She smiled shyly, looking up at him through her long eyelashes. She knew she loved sushi but wasn't sure what the names of the rolls she liked were. So when he decided on a variety boat, she was pleased.

The waiter brought them their wine, and gave Brittany a curious glance. She knew he was deciding on carding her, but he looked over at her father and reconsidered. "Enjoy," he said before bowing and walking away.

"Thanks, daddy. For the wine, and, well, all of this." Brittany felt so shy all of a sudden so she took a rather large sip of her wine, looking around. The place was pretty packed so she assumed her father was a regular here since the owner sat them before others who were waiting.

"So, I pretty much monopolized the conversation on the way here," Brittany said, giggling as she took another sip of her wine. "What have you been up to, Daddy?" As she said "Daddy" a funny tingle ran down her spine. Yes, Brit, this is your father, not your date, she reminded herself. Again.

He had never been particularly good at talking about himself, and this proved to be no exception. He could talk about work and projects, but knew that would quickly bore anyone. He talked about his love of long distance cycling. He kept it general, but avoided talking about dating. He had had a few relationships since arriving, but nothing that stuck.

He was relieved when the sushi boat arrived and they could both dig in. The chef had outdone himself. Everything was artfully display and delicious. He watched Brittany try everything, if hesitantly at some. She was adventurous, and he liked that in a girl... He liked to see that his daughter was adventurous, he corrected himself.

When they had demolished the last of the sushi, he pushed the boat away. He grinned at Brittany, "save any room for dessert?"

"Omigod....omigod..." Brittany moaned as she ate this sushi. The best way she could describe it was like having an orgasm in her mouth. Phenomenal. And she even tried some of the weird looking ones, with long tentacles. It was without a doubt the best sushi, and quite possible the best meal she had ever had. She leaned back, patting her belly as she finished her second glass of wine.

"That was absolutely amazing! Now I even have a fat belly I ate so much!" She giggled. "See, daddy?" She stood up then, and turned to the side to show him her pooch. "Ugh. I'm so disgusting, right? But sure, I'll have some dessert. Whatever is good here, I trust your judgement!" With that she leaned down to kiss his cheek, the wine making her feel giddy. "I'll be right back." She went to use the restroom, as the wine had run right through her.

He could not help but grin as they ate. She seemed to be enjoying herself so much. Like him, she found exceptional food to be sensual in its delight. And he grinned even broader when she got up to show him her "pooch." All he could see were her toned legs, the curve of her ass as she arched her back and the swell of her firm breasts. He could have shown her a swelling too, but it had nothing to do with sushi. She kissed him and flounced off to the bathroom, the hem of her dress swishing from side to side as she walked. He shook his head and swallowed the last of his wine.

The owner chose that moment to come to his table. They chatted amiably and Sean asked that the bill be put on his tab. When Brittany returned, he introduced them, saying she would be staying with him all summer. They said their goodbyes, then Sean offered her his arm, saying dessert was elsewhere.

She giggled in delight as he offered his arm. "Aww Daddy, so formal! Where are we going now? This is so much fun!" Brittany resisted the urge to jump up and down. The wine was affecting her quite a bit.

He led her back to the car, opening the door for her again. She slid in the seat, somewhat ungracefully; so much so that she fell back into his seat. She flashed her father a rather lengthy view of her panties. She giggled again, adjusting herself in her seat. "Wow I have quite a track record of inappropriate moments!" Brittany righted herself in the seat and her dad shut the door and walked around to his side and got in. "Where to, Daddy?"

Sean opened the door for his rambunctious daughter and felt his breath catch as she sprawled onto her seat, her panties coming into full view, her pussy faintly visible through the sheer fabric. She righted herself and he closed the door. As he walked around the car, he took a deep breath, thinking, "Not a date, not a hook up, not a whore." He got it the driver's seat and they took off.

As they drove, he commented, "Love the food there. The desserts? Not so much. But I know this place along the coast, all they make are gelatos and sorbets, all from fresh fruit." He looked over at Brittany as they drove, he hair and dress whipping in the wind. "focus," he reminded himself.

"Oh it sounds so delicious! Do they have wine?" Brittany giggled. She could get used to being around her father if he continued giving her wine. She was very much enjoying the tipsy feeling. Her mother would let her have some on Christmas eve but that was about it.

Yes, she certainly felt more comfortable around this virtual complete stranger now, her anxiety forgotten. She leaned over to the stereo and began surfing through the channels until she found a hip hop station. "Oooh! I love this song! I choreographed a cheer routine to this. I'll have to show you sometime, it's so good!" Brittany danced a bit in her seat, singing along, running her hands through her hair and laughing. God, what was wrong with her last year, wanting to leave California so quickly?

Sean chuckled at his obviously tipsy daughter, replying, "Umm, I think they have a cabernet flavored sorbet." He was glad she was having a good time, and frankly, so was he. He drove as she channel surfed. He wasn't particularly fond of hip hop, but could only imagine what it would be like to have a private cheerleading show. Sean cast glances as Brittany danced in her seat next to him, he dress riding high, her breasts bouncing beneath. She was so full of life, and disturbingly hot.

They pulled into the drive through part of the iced fruit shop, each ordering. Shortly, he took both orders from the girl in the window and paid. He handed Brittany her cone and they were off again. It was a lovely evening as the sun set over the ocean. Not long after, he drove back into his driveway. He turned off the engine and looked over at his daughter. Her white dress had drips of sorbet over her chest. He suspected some had gone down her cleavage. He shook his head at her, "If you want to drop that in the laundry, I will start the washer tonight."

"Aww man!" Brittany whined as she saw the purple stain on her dress. The sorbet was fabulous. Hopefully it wouldn't stain her dress though.

"Okay thanks daddy. I'm gonna go take a bath in that huge bath tub. I'll drop it in the hamper before i get in."

Brittany got out of the car at the same time her dad did. They went into the house, she heading to her room and he to the kitchen. Once she got in her room, she quickly shed out of the dress and panties, and wrapped herself in the towel from earlier. She grabbed some bubble bath along with her clothes and walked in just the towel to the laundry room to deposit the dress and panties. "There ya go, thanks again dad," she said as she passed him in the kitchen. "By the way, you look very, um, handsome tonight," Brittany said rather shyly.

Oh how she couldn't wait to get in this luxurious bath tub! She skipped the rest of the way to the bathroom in excitement.